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Rama’s Last Prayer


- The World of Rama

This text was given to me. When did someone write it? And who? Who knows? Without guaranteeing its authenticity, my eyes found it good and my heart loved it. I had originally named it Ramage. The current title is more explicit. It was subtitled The Twelve Cries of Aries. This is the nickname for Ram, born under the sign of Aries.

Aries Era: about –2,000 in year 1, since year 0 does not exist. Jesus neither. This astrological era is associated with the cults of the ram, pharaonic Egypt and the beginnings of democracy in Greece.

 

These cries are presented in twelve stanzas arranged in three quatrains, a presentation reminiscent of that of the hexagrams of YiKing, and which evokes for me the sixteen Yoruba deities, the sixteen directions of the marine compass or compasses. Sixteen is the number for Hyperborée. This song would be taken from a set entitled Les dieux tombés.

It is also called:

The twelve cries of Aries

 

1. I have taken upon myself the evil flows as they were passing among you, that ye need not suffer more.
2. I have eaten the evil that was scattered on the earth, from the top of its highest mountains to its deepest entrails.
3. And evil was so powerful that he thought he could bite me off in one bite. He had to get his act together ten times over.
4. The Living One wanted him not to succeed. I am attacked, I am shot but I am still here.

5. The Living One gave me his invincible power. The Evil One had targeted me and all his irascible demons 
6. They had piled up on my injured head. Did they push so hard that my head slipped? Did they break me down?
7. May I feel dust sown on the river in a light fertilizer so that cottages
8. Up to the princely palaces, everything begins to shine. Many eyes will blink.

9. Fear took my brother. Death took my fathers
10. And my mother fell without a piper, with her jaws open.
11. Only a triple orphan can defy the Evil One. In my too full belly I hear him complaining.
12. This solitary warrior will be nothing on earth but a deceased tenant stripped of the mystery for which he was secretary.

 

Comments

1. I have taken upon myself the evil flows as they were passing among you, that ye need not suffer more. There is a Christic accent in this first stanza. I am the lamb of God who takes away the sin of the world. Or is it the other way around? Shouldn’t we rather say that there is a Rama accent in the reconstituted Christ? 

2. I have eaten the evil that was scattered on the earth, from the top of its highest mountains to its deepest entrails. The evil he also calls the Evil One is a demon, prince of darkness, dwelling inside the earth beyond the barrier of lava and furnace. The most beautiful trick of the Devil is to persuade you that he does not exist, said Charles Baudelaire. 

3. And evil was so powerful that he thought he could bite us in one gulp. He had to get his act together ten times over. Yes, the devil exists. He is furious with us for demonizing him. Almighty God of the ancient giants, Jesus invented him and relegated him to the depths of the world, far below our feet, where he yearned for the surface, as one would imagine. Actually not at all. 

4. The living wanted him not to succeed. I am attacked, I am shot down, but I am still here. Those who shoot him are his enemies. But it can express his displeasure at seeing his followers turn away from his worship in favor of new religions, just as Isis did in her magnificent exordium The Gift of Isis

 

5. The living one gave me his invincible power. The Evil One had targeted me and all his irascible demons had gathered on my wounded head.

6. They pushed so hard that my head slipped. If fine, did they break me? Here begins the description of Rama’s sacrifice. One can recognize the more recent myth of Prometheus in chains.

7. May I feel dust sown on the river like a light fertilizer so that cottages

8. Up to the princely palaces, everything begins to shine. Many eyes will blink. This is the renewal of Rama. He brings to the world a two-thousand-year spring. 

 

 

9. Fear took my brother. Death took my fathers. What brother is this about? Ram had several; it seems there was only one.

10. And my mother fell without a piper, with her jaws open.

11. Only a triple orphan can defy the Evil One. In my too full belly I hear him complaining. Victim of an attempted poisoning, Rama would have been orphaned of father, mother… and brother?

12. This solitary warrior will be nothing on earth but a deceased tenant stripped of the mystery for which he was secretary. The temptation is great to hear a tenant in the Castanedian sense: an old seer who comes to recharge his batteries with some new seer…

 

 

Legenda

This should only be seen as a legend, in the Latin sense of legenda: that deserves to be read. I refuse to comment on the authenticity of the text. One day soon, perhaps, other reproductions of this text, photographs of a vellum or a parchment, what do I know? will come to authenticate it or reduce it to dust. It has the merit of existing for now, and false or not, it can prove to be very useful, provided we examine it in detail.

The name of the collection brings a clarification:

This play would therefore have been written after his reign. The fact that it is written in the first person could suggest that Rama himself is its author. In this case, the title is not his. That’s why I prefer the first title, The Twelve Shouts. We find the troubling parallel with Isis’s gift. Perhaps these two pieces belong to the lost collection Les Dieux Déchus?

Definitely, I need to get down to this new research, gather other pieces from a few fallen gods. They were countless, tens of millions at least, so one can hope that this quest will be fruitful.

 

Errata

The following image is proof that our historians are plunged into the dark ignorance of kaliyuga…

 

 

-What a magnificent statue of the young Ramos, the shepherd of Armor!
-No, you’re not at all there. It’s about the god Hermes, messenger of the gods. When he carries a ram on his shoulders, he is called Hermes criophore.
-Cries out for scandal, rather!! The Romans made a mistake, that’s all! I know young Ram when I see him. And there he is!!

 

The World of Rama

 

He slowly dies who does not travel, who does not read, who does not listen to music, who does not know how to laugh at himself.
Pablo Neruda